清梦悠远
塞外风光正好
再没了吹倒人的风
再没了红炉炭烟的味道
寂寞的秋景里
淡淡尘烟滚滚
秋高气爽的清秋似乎还在留恋
并未打算走远
辽阔无际的天边
在这个冬日里
笼罩着一片淡淡的秋色
眼前
每个美丽的巷口深处
都横着发热隔离舱
也许早已习惯
震耳的喇叭声
回荡在洒满月光的高楼
只是无奈
各项衰老指标的报警
情怀已远
屈指计算下个佳节将至
怯惧年华流变
疫情的阴霾
偏不退去
无情的肆虐
全不管可人的眷恋
落叶残窗心似月
丹青无限晓众生
只管
遥望远方的云霄里
消逝不见的身影
独自沉醉
The dream is far away.
The scenery outside the plug is just right.
There is no wind of blowing down again.
There is no more smell of red oven charcoal smoke.
In the lonely autumn scenery
Light dust and smoke are rolling.
The refreshing autumn seems to be still nostalgic.
I don't plan to go far.
The vast and endless edge of the sky
On this winter day
Covered with a faint autumn color
Before one's eyes
Deep in every beautiful alley
It's all in the heat isolation compartment horizontally.
Maybe I'm used to it.
Shocking horns
Echoing in a high-rise building full of moonlight
Just helpless.
Alarm of various aging indicators
Feelings are far away.
The next holiday is coming.
Fear of the change of time
The haze of the epidemic
Don't retreat.
Relentless rampage
It doesn't matter if it's nostalgic.
The heart of the fallen leaves is like the moon.
Danqing knows all sentient beings infinitely.
By all means
Looking into the sky in the distance
An invisible figure.
Intoxicated alone
